O'Neill: And the one in front was a skinny little alien. All he said was "Meeeep! Meeeep!" It was the next guy, the brown one with the slightly droopy nose and the Acme Rocket Shoes that knocked me over!

Carter: Lets get you sitting up, sir. Ready Teal'c?

Teal'c: I am.

[They each grab an arm and sit him up]

Fraiser: Definitely going to have to consider the possibility of concussion. [reaches into pocket for penlight]

Daniel: Seems pretty much like ordinary Jack behavior to me.

O'Neill: [blinks and lifts a hand to rub eyes] Ow! What'cha go and do that for!

Hammond: Let the doctor do her work, son.

Fraiser: No signs of concussion that I can see, pupils even and reactive.

O'Neill: I'm fine. Let me up. [stands, but sways slightly]

Hammond: I want you to go to the infirmary, son, and let the doctor check you out.

O'Neill: [ate-a-lemon face. starts to comply.]

Carter: Janet, sirs? You should take a look at this. [holds up two dimensional cartoonish feather]